Lyrics:
some of their fears
Homie, Who am I?
A Black man with black hands
Man, Who am I?
A Black guy with black eyes dawg
Who am I?
A boy who probably just got
Why do people fear what they don't know?
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
And my hats rocked to the left
All these dirty
with long caps of crack to sell
I take poetry and start illin' with it
Homicide police be looking for me from the way I be killing and shit
You niggas
me back in strife
Flowing water how you speak for me and love me like a wife
There's an old woman sweeping down by Jim's drug store
My lips once knew
off[00:11.42]Watch me scratch the serial numbers off this Baryshnikov[00:14.26]Then I could turn the block to a mineral deposit[00:17.29]I'm absolutely positive, I'll
Elbow drops and Slim Jims, Oh yeah Savage
New triple threat in the rap game, I’m peerless
They don’t hear me tho, they Holyfield, they earless
Gonna know
Elbow drops and Slim Jims, Oh yeah Savage
New triple threat in the rap game, I’m peerless
They don’t hear me tho, they Holyfield, they earless
Gonna know
don't betray me today
Take me by the hand I'll know
Show me where the path is I will follow
Take me by the hand I'll know
I will never shed this feeling
by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we
Am I a man that younger me would love? I probably am
I got these hands, elbows and knees, legs and my feet
Training three days a week for rappers who
song is
About for my riders, ride out fireman
'Cuse me ma
We cruise around this strip down Memory Lane
Lets take this time to rekindle
Puffin on this
hundred openings
But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken wings
Who's the right man for the job?!
Put up your hands y'all because I'm not
on and take my hand
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken China
me (Who)
Young rich G (Ballin')
Gun beneath da seat
Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin')
Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul)
did
And we all knew I was in for a fight
I said Uncle Tom won't you lend me a hand
He said, "Son, this one's all you."
So I fought and I pulled and I
left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[Magoo]
It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off
you beefin' with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' hands
perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eye will always shake it
And the armies
the cigarettes
Come out of the house with the cigarettes above your head"
"You'll never get me copper! I'm never coming out, you hear?
I got a cigarette machine
wanna be the one you take next"
Remember when Jim Carrey could only say yes?
Remember when I had the Ambush on my neck?
I was damn good at tryna be
Passin' me by
You didn't know, but now you know, now you know
I'm looking over rooftops, over shoulders and high hopes
Take my hand, pull me by
I don't know if I can take another year of this
I miss the days when we weren't serious
I miss the way you made me feel when we first met
I was
am, baby, come on and take me
Take me by the hand
Ooh, show me, here I am baby
It always ends up this way
Me beggin' you every day
A love that I
and Jim
The four of us together, we was working side-by-side
That's how I chanced to be there on the night Jim Reilly died
Well, the blastin' had been easy,
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